Sunning himself on the board steps, I saw for the first time Mr. Farquhar Fenelon Cooke.[…]A silver snaffle on a heavy leather watch guard which connected the pockets of his corduroy waistcoat, together with a huge gold stirrup in his Ascot tie, sufficiently proclaimed his tastes.
The clay is taken direct from the bank and made into brick the right temper to place direct from the Machine in the hake on the yard. … take the brick direct from the Machine and put them in the hake to dry.
But Ted Farrell couldn't stop; that armful of active girl was too much for the wise precautions of a seducer. He kept panting, Don't be a nark, Cora, while struggling to hold her down.
Sitting in among the wares he dealt in, by a charcoal-stove, made of old bricks, was a gray-haired rascal, nearly seventy years of age; who had screened himself from the cold air without, by a frousy curtaining of miscellaneous tatters, hung upon a line; and smoked his pipe in all the luxury of calm retirement.
